“Hello,” Sam said.
I could have wept with joy at the sound of Sam’s voice.
“Sam, it’s me.”
“Krista? Thank God, we have been worried sick! Where are you?” Sam said in a rush.
“We were kidnapped! I need your help, they still have Mark locked up,” I told her urgently.
“Where are you?” Sam asked.
“At some aircraft ha…” My words were cut off as the phone went dead.
Dread filled my whole body, but it was easy to fight it back. For the first time in my life, I was in charge of my emotions. I turned and faced the door bracing my hands on the desk behind me. As the knob was turning, I felt the cool metal of some kind of tool where my left hand had landed. I slid the tool into the waistband of my scrubs just as the door swung open.
Bruno’s almost twin James was standing in the doorway. I tried to back away from his grasp, but the desk stopped my backward motion.
James seized my arm and dragged me out of the office. With his other hand he dragged a radio out of his pocket. Pressing the buttons, he paused. “I got her she was trying to make a call, but I cut the lines just in time.”
“Take her to her mate. We will be taking care of them tonight. I’m done with these games,” Amanda said on the other end.
James grabbed me by my arm and started to drag me back in the direction I had just escaped from. Though they had found me, I felt a rush of excitement from Amanda’s words. She told him to take me to Mark, in a few moments I would see him. It had been over forty eight hours since I had last seen him in the flesh, and not in a dream state.
I kept my eyes open, observing my surroundings as James continued to drag me back into the building. I was soon in the familiar hallway where my own cell was located. James walked a few more doors down and paused at the first door I had tried earlier during my flight down the hall.
He paused and used his free hand to pull a gun out of the waistband of his pants.
I gasped when I saw it. I had seen guns before on T.V, or on a policeman’s belt, but I had never been this close to one.
James pointed the gun at me and told me not to move as he released me so he could unlock the door. Once the door was unlocked, he told me to open it. I twisted the knob at the same time that James pushed me through the door. He kept the gun pointed at my head.
“Don’t move or I’ll shoot her,” he said as he backed out of the door.
My eyes met Mark’s as James backed up out of the door. Mark looked ready to spring, but stayed put when he spotted the gun pointed at my head. James cleared the doorway and slammed the door behind him, engaging the lock.
Mark rushed over to my side and dragged me into his arms. He buried his face in my hair and ran his hands over my arms and down my back looking for injuries.
“Are you okay?” he asked anxiously.
“Yes, I’m fine, believe it or not, except for sores from the sensors, I feel kind of great.”
Mark pulled back slightly, looking confused.
“You do look good. I have been so worried about you. We’ve been here for over forty eight hours. I expected you to be as ill as you were where when your mom kept us apart.”
“I was, but last night in the dream when the wall disappeared, I felt a lot of the sickness leave me. At first I thought the feeling would disappear when I woke, but it didn’t, in fact I started to regain all of the strength I had lost. We did something in the dream. I think it happened when I talked about us opening our minds. It’s like we opened a locked cabinet, we took control over our dreams. I think if we survive this, we will not be pulled apart anymore. It was like our dreams were trying to give us a warning that something bad was going to happen to us.”
“You mean that our dreams somehow saw the future?” Mark asked skeptically.
I laughed at his tone. “You’re going to doubt that when all of this has happened? We defy the norm on everything. I have found out so much in the last two days. Like the fact that some kind of celestial beings sent us here to protect humanity. Dreams that could tell us our future seemed like small potatoes in comparison.”
Mark looked at me, intrigued.
I became self-conscious with him looking at me like that.
“What?” I said.
“You seem almost energized like you’re riding high or almost happy about something, you’re glowing. You look absolutely beautiful.”